Solstice offering

Sue got all packed and ready, and then she proposed we go for one last walk together before our long separation. She took her shoes out to the back garden and this is how I found her--basking in the light of morning after the solstice. (She didn't know I took this.)

We walked. She put on her traveling clothes. I took her to the airport. And now she is gone till mid-July, off with her siblings to walk where their ancestors walked. Her father was the son of Portuguese immigrants, but he never saw the old country. Some of his children are going there together. Now.

Before she left, we read together some of Mark Granier's marvelous poems from a volume called Fade Street. This one made us laugh till we cried:

There's Probably No God.
Now Stop Worrying
and Enjoy Your Life
--Ad by the Atheist Bus Campaign

Not only
is there
probably
no god,
but this is
probably
not your bus.